Christine turned fifteen the year she decided to put butter cream icing on her cake.

Always before, she’d had chocolate, but that year, it was vanilla cake with butter cream, like she was designing a wedding cake for a ceremony we didn’t know about. It was like she was growing up, growing old, moving out...

That was also the week I discovered she was sexually active.

That’s not a hard thing for a father to notice. The flush stayed on her cheeks far too long after she came in from cheer practice. We all know what kinds of things people say about the cheerleaders. Not only that, there was a small battery-powered vibrator in the back of her drawer. She had it folded inside a pair of socks she hardly wore. I had to look for hours before I found it, but a father always knows.

Finding it gave me a hard-on as stiff and as certain as I’d had when I was a boy her age. Thinking about my baby finding her flower and sharing it with another young man, that was not enough to give me a woody. That was the impetus of rage.

No one said she was supposed to notice her father. No one told her that I had been burning for her for years, since she came in wearing a two piece swimsuit and her breasts burst out at the top, glistening with suntan oil. No one said she was supposed to call to me and confide when she shared her first kiss, or when she passed the first love note.

But I’d always hoped she would know I wanted it to be me. I dared to dream, they might say. With the vibrator now in my palm, buzzing away, I felt foolish. A foolish old man. My daughter was growing up and I was going to have to face it.

I tucked the vibrator back into the pair of socks, and set it in the very back of her drawer. Then I hatched a devious plan.

I sat at the computer and ordered a chip. It came in the mail the very next day. I used glue to insert it into the vibrator and once again hid everything the way I’d found it, inside the purple socks. My computer was programmed to read the sensor on that chip. I would know the very moment she moved that vibrator, let alone decided to pleasure herself.

It felt wickedly delicious to spy on Christine. I sat at my desk, supposedly immersed in last week’s exchange, trying to catch up on paperwork. I fidgeted and checked often, usually on the hour, to see whether anything had moved. One day, I noticed an abnormality, so I rushed into her room and called to Christine, who was digging through her socks looking for a clean handkerchief. The sensor was so precise, it had charted a movement of less than three inches.

I became obsessed. After a week of it, I found myself checking her dresser every day. I remembered my own ripe fifteen, how often I’d masturbate thinking of the girls in my homeroom, or the teacher in gym, her whistle and tight sweats. Christine didn’t seem to have any time for the vibrator. She seemed like she always had, full of energy for the cheer squad, lots of time for the phone. I didn’t catch her talking to any boys. The vibrator stayed hidden in the back of her drawer. A month passed. I wondered if I was going mad.

Then one afternoon it happened. My computer alerted me that the chip was moving around! Crazy with curiosity, I hovered outside her door, trying to imagine my baby.... What was she doing inside?

My computer image was showing the sensor wildly flying around. I listened intently outside her room. She was giggling and the door was ajar. I pressed open to see.

Inside, she sat on her bed with two other girls. They had just come in from cheer squad and were still dressed in sweaters and short, pleated skirts. They were playing some game, like hot potato, tossing the purple socks across the bed. The socks were still in a ball, the vibrator buried inside.

Didn’t those girls know what was hidden inside?

They had to know, didn’t they?

Why would Christine choose those socks to play a game with if she knew there was a vibrator inside? Did she want her girlfriends to find it? Was she trying to force events into a different type of game?

Suddenly embarrassed, I walked away before the girls noticed me. I went out into the garage and picked up some gloves and a bucket. Today would be a good day to weed the back flower bed...

The girls had the bedroom window open. I could hear them shrieking and giggling, chanting a rhyme, while they continued to toss the hapless vibrator from one girl to the next. Then, sure enough, there was a pause, and more giggles... Then whispering and silence.

It seemed they had found it!

I quickly found a ladder and decided to clean the roof. I hoisted myself up onto the shingled roof and manuevered my way as quietly as possible to a location where I could see inside Christine’s room. I had the bucket and the gloves... I didn’t want to make any sounds that would alert them to my whereabouts. I sat quietly on the roof, watching the girls on the bed. I pretended to clean the gutters.

Christine’s friend Jenna was apparently the one to pull it out of the sock. She’d noticed that the socks started humming and dug inside to see what it was. Christine looked totally naive. Did she not know what it was? Did she not know it was there? It didn’t make any sense.

Jenna removed the bullet-shaped vibrator and started turning it this way and that. “I think I know what it is... I saw it one time in a catalogue. You use it for stimulation...” She opened her legs wide and pressed it against the white cotton of her panties. She started to giggle. “Oh my God, you should feel it!”

Rachel ran and closed the door. “What if your dad comes in to check on us?”

Breathless, I watched as the girls sat together on the side of the bed and passed the vibrator around. Christine held it buzzing in her hand.

Jenna took it and pressed it against her panties again. “Try it. I demand we all try it.”

“I don’t wanna...” Rachel said.

“How you gonna know whether you like it or not if you’re too afraid to try?” Jenna reasoned.

“Aren’t we supposed to put it right up against our skin?” asked Christine.

“That’s just gross.” Rachel turned from the other girls.

I watched as both Jenna and Christine peeled off their panties. I watched as they opened their shapely legs and hiked up their skirts.

“Oh my gosh!” Rachel said, sneaking a peek. “Look at how much hair the two of you have!”

The girls took a minute to compare notes. Jenna had the most hair, it was curly and black, her bush was almost covered. Christine’s hair was blonde, so her pubic area was sparse. I couldn’t help it. My mouth went dry to see my little girl’s developing pussy. It was firm and plush, almost starting to puff out.

Rachel walked back to the bedroom door and this time, turned the lock on the door knob. She giggled and pulled her panties off. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

Rachel came and sat next to the other girls and hiked up her own skirt. She had only a few hairs on her pubis. “Lookit mine.”

“You’re only fourteen, right?” Christine said, “it’ll grow.”

My cock twitched. I couldn’t believe I was sitting on the roof, watching the three young women look at each other in the most intimate way. They seemed to have forgotten the vibrator. They had their hands down on their thighs. Jenna used her fingers to pry her pussy lips open. I got bone hard looking at the young woman spread the loose folds apart so she could show her clit.

“You ever rub it late at night?” Jenna brought two fingers to her mouth and got them wet. “You ever stroke it to help yourself fall asleep? I know I do.”

Jenna looked at Christine’s eyes and started to dabble her fingers against her clit. Jenna was laughing. “I think you do, Christine. I think you do... Why else would you have a vibrator in your pair of socks?”

“That isn’t mine!” Christine insisted. “I never saw it before!”

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” Jenna said. “I’m still glad we found it. I’d rather be doing this instead.” Jenna rubbed her little button. Her finger tips were glistening. “I want you two to work yours too. Let’s see who can really get hers going...”

“What do you mean?” Christine asked.

“Don’t you ever do this? You guys have got to be kidding me. Just rub it. You’ll see.”

“Let me see.” Jenna leaned forward and pressed her hand against Rachel’s puss. Then she touched Christine. “Okay then,” she declared. “Let’s have a contest! Whoever can get their coochie the most wet wins the game and gets to play with the vibrator...”

The more I listened, the more uncomfortable I got. I shifted around on the roof, wishing these pants were loose. I unbuttoned them, but could only feel my cock pressing... pressing. I unzipped my zipper, and adjusted everything. My lean cock sprang out, and I found myself moistening my own hand, sliding my fingers up and down my shaft, matching the rhythm of the girls in the room.

Jenna was the most exuberant. She had a good sense of how her body worked and she quickly slipped fingers inside her cunny and closed her eyes. “This is the part that feels real good,” she told the other two. “Right up against this.... You want to stroke it with two or three fingers, and it will get really wet...”

Christine and Rachel both followed her lead, and soon, I could hear the girls moaning and giggling with pleasure. “I can’t believe how fabulous this feels. You say you do this all the time?”

“I like it really wet...” Jenna said. “Really really wet....”

Rachel made the next bold move. “What if I put some spit on you? How would that feel?” Rachel bent over Jenna and pursed her lips. I watched as a dab of spit bounced against the other girl.

“Oh, oh, oh... that’s just what I need... do it again.”

Rachel spit some more. Then she said, “Oh heck. Let me do it this way...” She put her fingers up into her mouth. “Oh Gosh! Guys, you should taste this!”

Jenna was off on her own, fully masturbating. She had her eyes closed and she was zoned out. She didn’t respond.

Rachel turned to Christine. “Taste my hand. Taste it.”

“I’m not going to taste your hand.” Christine insisted.

“Then taste your own hand, Silly!” Rachel giggled. “It tastes really good...kind of sweet and kind of sour... all at the same time...”

“Here, I’ll try this.” And right before my eyes, Christine leaned down and put her head in her girlfriend’s lap and started licking the juices directly from the source!

“Oh, that’s awesome!” Rachel pulled her legs wide, almost into a split, and from my vantage point, I could see everything! My little girl was going to town, licking and tasting Rachel’s tender folds...

“That’s not fair!” Jenna hollered. “You’re licking her! Lookit me. Lookit how wet I am!” Jenna pulled her hand up from her soaked pussy and I could see her her flat tummy rising and falling as she panted, “One of you guys has to lick mine!”

I felt like I was going to bust my nut right then and there! These girls were so precious! I stopped stroking to let things subside.

I watched as the young ladies situated themselves in a circle. Jenna was tasting Christine’s pussy. Christine was now on Rachel’s and Rachel was tasting on Jenna’s. For awhile, there was no more talk. I could see them sucking and tasting and licking. I could hear them sigh and giggle as each was explored.

“Can you believe we’re actually doing this?”

I resumed my stroking. I would give anything to be in the middle of that pile of girls, to be the one guiding and showing them... to allow them to find out other sensations.... But that would all come in time.

“Try slipping your fingers in...”

“In what?”

“Here. Let me show you...”

And the game became about touching and stroking, and slipping slick fingers in and out. I watched carefully as Jenna dabbled on my daughter’s pink pussy lips, how she slid carefully inside...

“I can only put it in this far....there’s some skin that blocks me going in any more...”

“What are you talking about?”

And Jenna explained about hymen. The other girls sat up and felt inside themselves, pushing against their individual wall...

I imagined my own fingers probing there, my dick twitching to get inside... three virgin pussies, still blocked with hymens intact...

And of course, I ejaculated.

“Oh, Oh! Oh!” I hollered as the waves of orgasm shot through me. Jets of cum splashed against my pants. “Oh my God!”

I hadn’t cum that hard in years!

Inside the window, everything froze. “Christine. What is your father doing up there on that roof?”

Three pairs of eyes stared up at me, eyes as big as fists. Skirts were suddenly jerked down and smoothed into place...

I never did find out who won the contest. The GPS tracking system showed that the vibrator was now located a few blocks away...

davesmistress

10-25-2007, 10:17 PM

Great story...cute and hot all in one...thanks

darcylynn

10-26-2007, 12:25 AM

OMG...My second orgasm tonight. That story brought back hot memories of my first time with another girl...
Thank you Fyre

freedom

10-26-2007, 04:57 AM

Great Stuff, keep up the great work

niteowluk2003

10-26-2007, 12:36 PM

Great Story, many thanks for sharing it with us...

Roadbug

08-04-2008, 09:30 AM

This story deserves a second chapter at least. Quite good and amusing.;rbbt

hawk9934

08-04-2008, 01:24 PM

I missed this one. A very good story, and I agree, a second chapter would be lovely